She had a pouty angry expression that let me know she had had a bad day. I sighed and shifted slightly so my raging erection was straining less agains... my pants.“What’s wrong Grace?”“Mrs. Lattimer is a bitch.”“I see. What’s she done?”She threw herself down next to me and poured out the story about getting a “few” bad grades and being forced to detention, and how she was an utter tyrant. Now let me say, Grace was exceptionally smart and for her to be getting bad grades was unacceptable. She was. Now that she remembered who she was, I would make a point of including Sonya in future fishing parties. After all, she was equal to me with a rod and I'm also sure she would love to avail herself of the bar on the yacht.That night we had a huge seafood feast. As several of my group did not care for seafood, we also cooked some bison steaks. I enjoyed the first "surf N' turf" meal I had in ages. The shrimp and scallops we had were amazing in combination with the lean steak. The only thing. "So what are you waiting for?" I breathed.That was all he needed. For a moment I felt his cock bulge inside me, and then an explosion of pure ecstasy as my loins, pelvic floor, abdominals and asshole clamped down in a vice-like grip, squeezing both shafts like a boa constrictor. It was a fucking remote control orgasm. One moment I was hot and wet but in control; the next I was coming like runaway train. My breath blasted out of me in a high-pitched squeal, right next to his ear. He jumped in. . working together ... on poor little Chinese pussy ... Oh Fuck Is GOOOODDD!”She did not answer me again, she was doing this low moan as she was pretty much in a cycle of continuous pleasure. Every minute or so she would shiver and her pussy would squeeze me tight inside. Her abundant creme was flowing and foaming around my cock. To be honest, I was not sure if I could take the ride, avoiding my own climax and ending the good times, but Diego had told me it was different for guys and girls. I.